We are not defined by the fear. We are not merely a byproduct of our anxiety. This isn’t your claim to fame. It’s not your identity. It’s not the thing that sets you apart.
“So please be careful with me, I’m sensitive, and I’d like to stay that way.”
I was born a Jackson Pollock painting when I wanted to be a Gustave Courbet.
Hard work can be fun. Hard work can be sexy.
They thought Hillary would win and life would go on as usual and they didn’t care to get involved. And then we got hit by a 2×4 and everyone is wondering what the hell happened.
Progress is not always in a straight line.
The rules of the game? They’re killing us. They are driving us batshit crazy. And for what? Who are we trying to impress?
I’m basic. Or maybe, just maybe, I like things.